It is the height of summer, it is time for the lotus to bloom, while advocating in my heart, I will inevitably think of your beauty.
I only like two kinds of flowers in my life, one is in the extreme heat, the other is in the extreme cold, one is not beautiful and not vulgar, and one is not afraid of Ling Han, which seems to be my life, living humbly in the world of both ice and fire. Perhaps the meaning of survival does not always appear here, and I am so helpless that I can only give me wind, frost, snow and rain in spring, summer, autumn and winter.
Brittle and cold branches, you show your existence with a wonderful posture, just like me, staying on the side of the water in a humble phantom way. I have never seen your flowers bloom, just as you never understand why my heart is so empty, we do not belong to the same world, only because of that tranquil loneliness, involving two strange souls to comfort each other, this is a kind of sadness, a kind of secular sorrow. Maybe human beings have a curious nature, so they struggle with each other to break into another world, maybe the end of the road is blooming in spring, or there is an untouched parting hidden in that unknown night.
Life is a kind of loneliness, depicting one's own happiness in each other's castles, maybe this is a nightmare, so that there are too many extravagant desires and endless desires in the world, just like the distance between us, there is no persistence, no distance, no sorrow, no ripples. You will be you sooner or later, and I will be me after all, standing on the bleak ferry, used to watching the breeze and the moon.
No one can break the city track, only their own Enron face, such as that pool of green lotus, swaying with the wind, rippling with the current, perhaps their hearts have a bright, so that they can not pass through another time and space. This is good, no joy, no anger, no resentment, such as water over the beach without trace, such as the wind bathing the moon invisible.
Do not look forward to more friendship, do not regret the lack of a friend, fate together and scattered, the end is a reincarnation, or many years later, no one can remember who is who.
When I passed the old place two days ago, I dreamed of much less lotus ponds. This is an unbearable look back. However, the evening has become a thing of the past, just like the sky tonight, suddenly it is a clear rain. Aren't we? The break is over, so that there is no leeway for each other. I do not dare to miss, also do not want to miss, like the drizzle outside the window, tick-tock disturbed the dust, clattering the mud of the world.
Never see again, after a winter, hesitate a spring, forget in the green summer, this feeling is suddenly relieved in the original intention of acquaintance. These words seem to be a little determined, or too heartless, after all, it is just an indescribable brush, not deliberate, not random, do not pay attention to, natural, light, such as the breeze caresses the dust, such as the drizzle wet the skirt.
Watch the wind and clouds rise quietly and manage the flowers on the temples. It is still your old appearance. If you are drunk today, you will drink cold water without wine tomorrow. Is still my dirty, you are still standing in the cold winter eyebrow nodding, I am still drunk in a corner of summer quietly shy, you do not know the cool summer breeze, just as I do not know the warmth of winter. Although we are tossing and turning in the same reincarnation, our distance is so out of reach. Never regretted such a parting, as if I had never complained about such an acquaintance.
Since goodbye, I hope each other safe sunny day, no need to see each other, leave a beautiful, memorial to the fate of the past!
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